It’s dark; that’s the first thing you notice when you awake. Sickly green flames dance against black stone walls, offering little more than an outline. The only memory you have is of settling down to camp and falling asleep peacefully. There were no threats, no calls of creatures who might come to snatch you away in the night for surely that must be what happened.
You try to move your arms and legs but find them held fast, a quick glance revealing them coated in… something that bears the same green as the light but is glistening and viscous. Fears bubble to the fore of your mind, born of that colour – they would never dare press this deeply, not after having been driven back once before. But then what other explanation is there for this?
"Ah, you’re awake at last."
That voice; it’s deep and feminine and rich with malice. There were no recordings, nothing save the tales of her sweet, seductive calls but surely still this could not be her. She would not, could not have come so far. Why risk all for the gain of one. And if not her, then who? Why?
Asking is pointless, however, as you quickly discover your mouth also coated in the same slime that covers your extremities. Still, you shout and scream, calling out for someone—anyone—to come to your aid.
"Please, don’t bother, I made sure that escape is impossible for you." It’s not those words that stop your cries but the laugh that sends icy fingers dancing along your spine. "My delicious little brood-carrier."
If only you had more strength you might be able to break free of your bonds or at least put up more of a struggle. Something… something hard and cool touches you, touches your bare skin and you try to shy away from that touch. With no other option, you’re forced to look back and confirm your worst fears – upon your behind rests the hoof of none other than Queen Chrysalis. The thick, cerulean tresses of her ragged mane drape across her neck and withers, framing her grinning face.
"I do so love when they struggle. Will you put up as much of a fight as those ponies?" The hoof slides down from you, the Queen stepping about your bound body to bare down at you. "You’re larger, better able, I’m sure." Her face comes down to yours and you turn aside, unable to fully pull away from how she nuzzles against your cheek. "Struggle! Fight! Oh, do make it as enjoyable for me as you can!"
The Queen’s soft giggles rise into peals of laughter as she looks down at your cowering form. How many others are there here? If you even broke free would more changelings swoop in to stop you? Were there even any means to fight back besides your own fists? Question after question pounds away at you, each one leaving you with less will to fight and more nauseating resignation.
That voice in your head, frantically questioning your situation dies away as Chrysalis’ black hooves straddle your head and she rears up. There’s just enough light to see under her, to see… the impossible: a long, thick black penis extends from between her legs with two pendulous testicles nestled behind it. Your eyes bulge, scanning every inch of the veiny appendage for some sign of falsity.
"We have feasted upon the love of the Zebricans and now I must pass that on to my children." One of those hooves reaches back, fondling a heavy ball and forcing a thick glob of fluid from her shaft. "You shall be their carrier, their bearer; my consort."
Fear ripples through you at the sight of her hips rolling from side to side, her turgid member bobbing about in time to it. There’s no way she can stuff that down your throat with your mouth gagged like this which is, perhaps, some small mercy to be thankful for. However, if she does have pretensions of it entering you then that leaves only one other way.
You struggle anew under your bonds, twisting your limbs this way and that in the hope of breaking them. Quickly and under Chrysalis’ gleeful giggling, your body goes limp and you simply stay as you are – on hands and knees. Yes, this is just the position she’d need to mount you, to do… whatever it is she has planned.
The Queen steps off the small platform you rest on, moving back around your body. Your eyes trail after as best you can, a shiver running through your body as her swishing tail touches you side. A creature like her has no right having one so smooth and soft. Those thoughts quickly vanish as she turns about, her pale green eyes sweeping across your naked body.
"When my spies told me of you I dared not believe. A creature filled to the brim with love, alone in this world." Her head descends out of view just as you spot her tongue flicking out across her lips. "Ah, I can taste it already! Soon, you shall be mine."
As she speaks her hot breath wafts across your behind, intensifying as she evidently moves closer. Your body tenses up suddenly, feeling something warm and wet sliding against your skin. One of her fangs grazes against you, a cheek brushing across the cheek of your butt. That tongue of hers swirls in long, lazy circles, moving ever closer to your ring. A hungry moan comes from Chrysalis as finally she tastes you, pressing her tongue in until, with a wince, you feel it enter you.
One hoof and then another comes to rest on your behind, pulling your cheeks apart for the Queen to delve in deeper, to taste you as she desires. Her lips press tight to your skin in a passionate kiss and she pulls you back into it, your body shamefully beginning to react to the stimulation. Puling back out is a slow go, her tongue running around inside you and then sliding up and down before she places one final kiss against you.
"Did you think I would so cruelly mount you without ensuring ease?" There’s another quiet laugh interspersed with soft clops and the feeling of a weight settling over your back. "For myself, of course."
You expected a cold, hard carapace, something almost alien but instead it’s smooth and soft, with a slight give to it. From your hips up along your back those hooves move, until they come to rest at your shoulders and then slip down around you. By now, you can also feel the gentle poke of her member at your rear and the warmth of her breath across your neck.
It’s useless to struggle, just try to make it as easy for yourself as you can – that’s the one thought that repeats itself as Chrysalis’ mane drapes down across your skin and her lips roam over your neck and jaw. Hooves wrap around your arms, holding you fast and over her heavy, laboured breathing you hear the sound of her hind legs shifting about.
"Hngh," she grunts, thrusting forward to no avail, that long black shaft simply sliding along your butt to shoot a thick strand of… something hot and wet across your back. "Hah… hah… your excitement is infectious!"
Excitement? Is that what she thinks you’re feeling? As the head of her cock comes to rest against you again the only thing that fills your mind is dread. And then the fearful anticipation from hearing her shift around again, feeling her thighs press against your hips and that member press tightly against you – there’s no escape this time.
Another grunt, another thrust and suddenly your eyes bulge and you try to cry out. With just that she’s already gotten the tip inside you, more thick ropes of her fluids spattering about. The lewd throbbing of that organ is complemented by her shivering legs, her barely concealed moans and your own body’s continued betrayal, responding in the only way it can. More shuffling, more deep breaths signalling the start of another buck of those frightfully strong hips.
With not a second thought for your punished body crying out for mercy, Chrysalis forces more of her cock into you, the Queen grunting all the way as she involuntarily continues to thrust. Without any way to stop it, you clamp down on her, making it harder going for yourself and nothing but pleasurable for her. You’re rocked forward as she keeps going, bending her legs only to exert greater leverage and thrust harder.
Something presses down on you, thicker than the rest of her shaft – the medial ring. You already feel as full as you can go, surely there’s no further room for her. But Chrysalis evidently does not share your fears and only continues to hold onto your shoulders, pulling herself forward as her hind legs push; those small fangs bite into your neck, freezing you from any small movements as her tongue laps against your skin.
All the while, you’re assaulted by her lecherous moans, the stroking of a hind leg against your own and more of her fluids spilling into you. Your whole world is reduced to the Queen mounted upon you, burying herself in you; the sleek carapace that covers her, the gentle hum of her magic as it pulls your legs further apart, her legs slipping around yours to hook into your hips.
You can’t even think anymore, as the medial ring passes and you feel a sickening throb of pleasure.
"Yes… o-oh, yes, my loyal subject!" She’s barely able to whisper between her heavy pants and nibbles along your ear. "You’re far… f-far tighter than those wretched ponies! Ngh! Y-You will bare me a fine brood!"
All this time she’s been talking of that, of you being the carrier of her young and yet she is the one baring the penis. If she is a Queen then how can that be possible? What is your role to be in this affair?
Finally and with a gasp, Chrysalis’ thighs meet your behind. Her whole body shudders, from her legs to the lips that sweep across your cheek; every inch of that thick cock is buried inside you, twitching and throbbing and forcing pain out to be replaced by a sense of… sickening rightness. Whatever evil magics she’s working must be soothing your pain and enhancing whatever pleasure could be derived from this.
That only lasts for a moment, before she starts pulling out, leaving you feeling horribly empty in a way you never thought you could have. More of that fluid spills forth, lubing up your interior as Chrysalis pulls out much easier than she entered. Out, until all that remains inside you is the pulsating head of her cock and silence fills the chamber.
Until she makes one, ruthless thrust and forces the entirety of that member back inside you, whole waves of new sensations filling you with it. The Queens thighs meet yours with a dull slap, her testicles smacking against you. And then again when she pulls out, making another thrust.
Slowly and amidst much more moaning on her part she picks up, pushing your legs further and further apart with her own until your bonds prevent any more movement. Your head lies lowered and limp, Chrysalis continues to lick and kiss at you, though.
"M-Must ensure-OH-ensure that… there’s room!" She pants, putting the strength of her body into each thrust. "K-Keep squeezing… Hngh… You’re making y-your Queen feel wonderful!"
The lurid, wet sounds of her cock stretching you, the beat of her thighs to your body, her constant pants and grunts… Your body can only interpret them one way and you silently pray that her hoof doesn’t stray down between your legs to feel those effects.
Whether she has or not, she starts to speed up, shortening her thrusts until she’s only pulling out to the medial ring. Her pants are replaced by gasps, the wet smacking of skin against carapace intensifies as her fluids spill out from you such is their volume. You have no idea what she has planned and you could never have imagined how this would end.
And end it did, with Queen Chrysalis letting out a howl and driving herself in to the hilt, grinding her hips against your own. More frightening than even that is the feel of her cockhead swelling, almost as if it’s parting. It’s like tendrils cling against your insides, pushing them apart as her fangs bite down into your shoulder.
Then you feel it – it’s tiny and round and hard but you feel it travel along the length of her cock and then the head undulates, pushing it out into you. It’s followed by another and then another, each time Chrysalis bucks her hips to these objects being pushed into you.
"Mmm… Our children," she moans, letting go of your shoulder and lapping at the marks left.
Children? But that must mean… But it can’t be. Using you to carry her brood, bearing her new lineage… it all makes too much sense, though. She’s laying her eggs in you. Tiny as they are now, what will become of them. And what will become of you. Already you can feel yourself start to swell as the flow of them increases. Chrysalis’ hooves scrape against the platform, keeping herself tightly pressed to you.
"Now… N-Now to finish," she whispers, as the flow dies down and you can only look between your arms – your stomach is distended by the weight of those eggs.
If this could have been any worse you couldn’t have imagined, nor could you imagine the way she starts thrusting again, her cockhead sliding back to its initial shape. With this new weight and fullness you’re even less able to resist and can only rest there as your new Queen ruins you.
This was what you were expecting, her thrusts to speed up and then turn shallow. Her breaths to become interspersed with soft grunts and hines. And then for her to hilt again, spilling something hot and moist into you. Not as deep as those eggs, no and it’s thicker than the fluids she’d previously emptied.
"Hah… just… just to ensure… they’ll stay," she growls, lapping at your neck, "my consort."
And sure enough you can feel that stuff solidifying, forming a plug. You can’t simply push those eggs out, they’re stuck now.
With her body still shuddering, Chrysalis pulls her softening member from out of you and turns aside.
"Take… take him away. There is much to be done."
